Shadows in the light

The shadows in Grand Central Station #2 walk in the light. The yellow stone floor reflects the sun beaming through the windows. These, not the shadows of death. They, like in Haroun's Ocean of Notions, separate from the figures for which they provide perspective. Rolling along the glossy plane, elbows softened, footsteps muffled, tallness shrunk, sharpness smudged, what fear of darkness have we? When shadows are so bright?

(Grand Central Station #2 by Jim Campbell hangs on the third floor of the American Art Museum)